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Battlefield

Here we stand on
a battlefield so even,
I'll miss your daggers
and dodge your cannons,
You'll duck my gun
and dive from my sword,
Then we both give it up;
wave a white flag,
But soon you'll see
the holes on my side
you'll tell me I'm weak,
Don't you see the holes
on your
battlefield?




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